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This stay here in the lodge of Batoka, I think it was the best for me and here in Zambia. About 850 km I done thought, what can I write about Zambia. Rainy weather. Only one bush. Straight roads. Only dull weather and so I saw also only dull web sites. And then I came to Batoka. A small village between Monze and Choma, and this again between Lusaka and Livingstone. A little and normal village on the only one highway of Zambia. And here I stood and although I was separate of a fence to the village, I was fast in the middle of the life here. And I said to me - You must stay here one day longer. Out of one day will be two and I enjoyed the activity here.
The first day was really a rain day and I looked in the clouds from my hut. I cooked and the kid observed me. I read my guide book and some people looked shy to me or I got a lucky greetings. The enjoy was every time great, when I greeted back. Well, and then the children again. At the bar was waiting somebody of me in the evening. I thought more as yesterday evening. They asked me, where is my camera. And so I got it and we had a funny picture evening again. To the picture right I have a little story. He was the only one, that wouldn't get a picture. He got up and said I must asked all people. Silence in the room. It's all right, but the atmosphere was so normal and all poeple was happy. Well, the next day he stood before me, said sorry and I could make a picture now. He showed me his grandson and said I where are his house and I could take some pictures of it and his family. |
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The next day was a little bit more friendly. I
drove to Choma and the children of the Batokavillage was waiting of the next
pictures. When will the white man come? And when I went all poeple greeted
me, waved with the hands and I must take pictures. It must be boredom for
you, but it is every time again a new experience and an experience for
itself. This enjoy in the faces. Forgot is the hard day. Forgot is the
hunger. This pictures are all stand pictures (or supply pictures?).
Otherwise isn't possible. But all is so naturally. Right the man looked on
the display and said - Well, that's I'm.
Up in the village, on the highway, the situation is other. The pople observed me of the far, of step to step. One man came to me and asked me some things. I didn't understand him. He was under drugs. I though it. But I would get a picture of a group men. But one man asked me, it is for a newspaper. And then he would get money for one picture. I said, I don't need this picture and I don't get money for a picture. And so got also some pictures without money and all men was smiled and satisfy about this experience. But this poeple was othe poeple as in the village. Same men got drugs. Real I would Take only one picture. But the black brothers are a series for yourself. It was moments in this I didn't know, what is the next. It was mysterious and we white poeple have to much angry of the black poeple. Now, here the selection of the people of Batoka and in and around Batoka. I have many pictures and the selection wasn't easy.
And now - go to the Victoria Falls
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